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He'd showered after our last encounter, leaving me tied up. I knew he was angry with me, but he wasn't hurting me. He was just being a pain in the ass.

A very sexy, demanding pain in the ass.

Literally.

"You like this don't you?"

He reached back, not waiting for an answer. I couldn't exactly talk with my mouth full. I gasped around his rod as his fingers found my clit, and twirled.

My hips shot up as his cock slid further into my throat.

"Hmmfff God that feels good… suck me Princess."

I tried to, but I really couldn't get any traction. He didn't seem to notice.

"Fuck, you could make me come again already. But that wouldn't be fair."

I stared up at him as he smiled. Then he grabbed his cock and squeezed, pulling it out of my mouth.

"Alright sweetheart. You've earned your reward. I might even untie you."

I didn't say anything. I just wanted that cock inside me. Now.

He sat back, contemplating me. Then he loosened my bonds from the bed without untying me. He slid my arms around his neck and grinned.

"How about a kiss sweetheart?"

His lips came down on mine. I moaned at the feeling of his chest against my bare skin. He reached down and lifted one thigh. I was still wearing my garters and stockings, but nothing else.

It felt illicit. Even I had to admit I felt sexy.

Like we were in our own private porno.

Then I felt him against my pussy lips, easing his huge cock inside me. I sighed at the exquisite feeling of his hard shaft filling me up. He pierced me, slowly driving in until he was all the way home.

I loved this man.

Not just his perfect cock and his bossy ways.

Him.

I was afraid to tell him though. So I kept my mouth shut and held on for dear life as he started to ride me. Almost immediately, I was coming.

I bit back a scream of pleasure as he stopped moving, staring down at me. He flinched as I clenched down on him, again and again. I shook all over the mattress, sure I would slide off the bed and onto the floor.

But he kept me pinned beneath him, speared in place by the sheer size of his stiff prick.

He waited for me to finish coming. Then he started again. He ground into me, his body rubbing against my clit with each thrust. I was so sensitive now that I knew I would be coming again in no time.

It was too much pleasure. Too much sensation. I felt my grip on myself slip away as I became one large nerve, zinging with ecstasy.

"Oh oh oh ohhhhhh!"

He grinned at me, circling his hips slower now.

"I don't have to come anytime soon. You took care of that before. I can do this all night."

I whimpered, shaking helplessly with the force of my orgasm. That's when I realized what he was doing. Before he wouldn't let me come.
 

Now he wouldn't let me stop coming.
 

He sat up, his dick still embedded in my quivering pussy. Then he licked his finger and smiled at me as he slowly brought it down to my clit.

And rubbed.

I screamed as my body arched off the bed, the orgasm tearing through me with an almost painful force. I was struggling to breath as it ended, trying to find my equilibrium and failing.

He just smiled and stroked his cock in and out, in and out. The aftershocks would not stop. I was still coming. For at least ten minutes now, I'd been trapped inside one giant orgasm.

"Cade… please…"

"You want me to finish?"

"Oh God! Yes- fuck I'm coming!"

I went limp as another orgasm ripped through me. I felt wetness on my cheeks and realized I was crying.
 

He kissed my cheek but he didn't stop the motion of his hips. In the back of my mind I noticed that he was pulling something out from his jacket pocket where it lay on the side of the bed.

"Camille… I need you to focus. I want to give you something."

I opened my eyes and looked up at him through a haze. I was getting close again. If I came again, I thought I might faint.

He waved something in front of my face. I saw a large solitaire diamond ring. No.

He had
Three
diamond rings.

"Marry me Camille."

It wasn't a question. It was a demand. A state of fact.

"I would get on my knees but I like it better when you do."

I almost laughed at his dirty joke. I would have but I was coming again. He made sure of it as he swirled his finger over my clit again.

"Marry me… marry me."

I screamed my answer.

"Yes yes yes
YES!
"

I saw Cade grin and he kissed me. I felt his cock expand as he started to come. And then I passed out.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Cade

I lifted my angel, holding her in my arms while I turned on a cool shower. She'd said yes. And then fainted.

She'd scared the hell out of me!

The water splashed against her face and her eyes opened. I took a deep breath. She was okay. She'd only fainted.

"Are you alright? Cami love?"

She nodded, blinking her eyes. She still looked woozy. I had worked her too hard I realized. My angel was delicate.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart. I went too far."

"I'm okay. It's fine. I just-"

I waited for her to say something but she just smiled and reached to turn the temperature of the water up. We washed each other gently, kissing and touching each other all over. I was happier than a hog in a salt marsh. I was pretty much the luckiest damn man alive.

I dried her off and wrapped her in a big fluffy towel. Then I carried her back to the bed. I pulled her onto my lap and fished around for the rings.

I held one up with one hand. Then I held out the other two rings.

"Which one do you like?"

She laughed and hid her face from me. She chose one and I held it at the tip of her finger. We stared into each other's eyes as I slid it on.

Wouldn't you know it, the one she picked was the one that fit perfectly.

Damn straight, this engagement was off to a fanfuckingtastic start.

We slept until noon and then I got up to make her breakfast in bed. She deserved it. She skipped her coffee this time and disappeared into the bathroom as soon as I brought in the tray.

The water was running but I thought I heard retching. I knocked on the door, wondering what the hell was going on. I was instantly worried about my girl.

I guess that was just the way it was when you loved someone.

"Are you alright sweetheart?"

I hoped so, because I was in the mood for a nooner. Or two. Or three.

"Yes- I'm fine. I'll be right out."

I wandered around her bedroom, looking at her things. There were built-ins all along the exterior walls. Bookshelves and photos and a large window seat. I walked over and smiled. She'd been sitting up here when I surprised her last night.

Snuggled up with a big blanket and some books.

I frowned, picking one up.

What in high heaven was this?

 
I was staring at the book in my hand. There was a lady with a swollen belly and a stupid shit-eating grin on her face. It was a pregnancy book. One of several. It wasn't a fluke.

My Princess was prego and she'd neglected to tell me. I was thrilled for a minute, grinning ear to ear. Then I realized she hadn't told me and wondered why.

I could have hurt her last night. I could have hurt the baby.

God dammit!

I didn't know if I should whoop and holler or give her a firm talking to. She should have told me. I wouldn't have kept her up so late.

I would have been gentler.

Not much, but a little.

She should have told me!

Then a sneaking suspicion started to form.

What if- what if that's why she said yes?

My heart started to thud, hard and heavy. I knew I was the daddy. There was no way any man had been inside her before me- not for a good long while. A man could tell these things.

But… I'd been trying to knock her up. Maybe that's why she ran. Maybe she wanted to get rid of it and changed her mind! Maybe she was only marrying me because of that.

I rubbed my head. I'd created this situation. It was all my fault.

But that didn't mean the woman loved me the way I loved her.

Maybe she was just be being practical.

Lord knows, Camille was smart and efficient.

Damn it, I should have asked her to marry me sooner.

Now I would never know if she really loved me.

I wasn't sure I could handle that.

Camille

I was smiling as I combed the damp hair away from my face. I was clean, well fed and well fucked. Even though I had puked a little bit I felt good. Like a cat, ready to purr. It was time to tell the man I loved that I was having his baby.

I don't think I'd been this happy before in my life. I knew he would be happy too. After all the back and forth, we were finally together.
 

"There's something I have to tell you, Cade."

I came out of the bathroom to find him staring at the window seat. At the books.

"Oh yeah, you forgot to mention something alright."

He looked angry. No. Not just angry.

He looked furious.

I stopped in my tracks, staring at him in confusion.

"I thought this was what you wanted."

He just stared at me, his jaw clenched. I took a step forward, reaching my hand out. I felt like the ground was opening up beneath me. I didn't want to believe that this was his reaction. I felt so alone suddenly, like I wanted to curl up in a ball and hide.

"I thought you'd be happy…"

"Happy? Happy that you lied to me?"

"I didn't lie. I was going to tell you…"

"Really? When?"

"Last night happened so fast. I just needed time to process things. I wasn't going to keep it from you Cade, I swear."

"Damn straight you weren't!"

I watched as he started yanking his clothes back on.

"You should have told me, Camille. I could have hurt you and the baby last night. And then what? That was stupid as hell."

"No- I wouldn't! I read a lot in the past few days. It's fine to have sex with a normal pregnancy."

"How do you know yours is normal?"

"It's too early to tell. The zygote is stuck in there Cade, a little bumping isn't going to knock it out unless it's not viable!"

Now I was getting angry. He was being obtuse. The man was thick as a God damn brick!

"A little bumping? Is that what we did last night?"

He walked over to me, grabbing my chin.

"I'd like to give you a 'little bumping' right now Princess. But I'm too angry. I don't want to hurt you."

He smiled cruelly.

"A little hate fucking is just what I need."

I tried to speak, to ask what he meant but when I opened my mouth only a thin whisper came out.

"Hate?"

I choked back tears as he grabbed his jacket and put it on. He was leaving. He was leaving me.
 

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going back to the city. You stay here."

I felt like I was being torn in two. I put my hand protectively over the engagement ring. I didn't want to believe this was happening, but I had to ask.

"Do you- do you want your ring back?"

He stalked over to me, standing so close I could feel the heat coming off his body.

"You take that ring off at your own risk. You're mine now. You and that baby."

I gasped as he took my face and stared into my eyes. Then he kissed me. Hard.

I rubbed my fingers over my lips, wondering if they were bruised. No, there was nothing tender about that kiss. He let go of my chin and walked away without a backward glance.

"I'll see you in a few days. Stay here. You need your rest."

I slid to the floor the moment he left the room. I tried to hide the sound of my sobs. I didn't want him to hear me cry. My pride couldn't bear it.

As soon as I heard his car leave the driveway I let loose, crying so hard it almost scared me. I knew my hormones weren't helping, but this was not just the baby. This was heartbreak, pure and simple.

He wasn't happy about the baby… or rather, he was angry that I hadn't told him. I could understand that. I just couldn't understand
how
angry he'd been.

It was almost as if… he didn't want me anymore. Just like that, he'd flipped the switch. But he'd said I was his. He'd said he would marry me. He just didn't sound happy about it.

Well, to hell with that!

I pulled the ring off my finger and put it on my jewelry tray on my dresser.

I wasn't going to belong to a man who didn't want me!

I would just have this baby on my own. He could have visitation rights. The damn lawyers could sort it out!

That was it. I was not putting up with his high-handedness for another minute!

I decided to take the day and make appointments. Get organized. Then it was back to New York. I would come and go as I pleased, without telling Cade a damn thing about it!

I felt better as the day went on. Yes, I might love him but at least I hadn't told him so. He never had to know.

And now, he never would.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Cade

I hit the ball, shattering another bat. I was earning my nickname this game, and then some. I was pissed off and playing like it.

I had my head in the game but my heart was smashed up like the splintered wood of the bat.

And I was just getting started.

I hit two homers with men on base, giving us a landslide win. I was upset, yeah, but I was on top of my shit. And then some.

I wasn't worried about Cami today. That helped me stay in the angry but focused mindset I was in. I'd hired a security company to look after her at the house. Keep an eye on her.

Spy on her actually.

That's why I was not amused by the text messages I got after the game. I stood in the locker room, staring at my phone with a dumbfounded look on my face. The security firm was scrambling to figure out what had gone wrong. How they'd fucked up. And they had. Royally.